I was reading my usual regular online newspapers, as I do most mornings, and a few ideas came to mind for a blog post. One of those was for the 90th birthday of Prince Phillip and my first thought was a small post based around the following joke.
What do you get a 90 year old prince who has everything for his birthday?
Nothing as he is a rich, privileged, and racist F%#k.
Upon writing a rough draft I noticed an odd quirk in my writing style that I am sure has appeared in some of my other previous posts. I self censor swearing in my articles. I am convinced that at the time of writing I thought it was just a humorous way to depict swearing in my posts, but I think the truth is much more lame. I am uncomfortable with swearing on my blog and I am not completely sure as to why this is the case. I have no trouble swearing in real life so I would have thought swearing at strangers on the internet would be much easier. Apparently not.
“Well, hi–diddly–ho, all you Mutha-F%#kas’!”
Perhaps now that I am a middle aged father of two I have, at least from a superficial external facade, become the incarnation of the father from Leave It To Beaver and feel a need to give the impression of being an upstanding member of society. I can see only two options here given the current situation. The first being that I accept my reluctance to offend online strangers and hope that my censoring style still provides enough of a clue as to what words I was trying to convey. The second option is to start swearing at strangers in all contexts, be it online via my blog or just in any real life situation. I know my regular bus driver already hates me so why not start swearing at him to further our blossoming relationship. F%#k yeah, that sounds like fun!